Thirty Days Burning the Sky

The blood is not cold yet. The ancient costumes in the mirror are stained with the mud of another world, and the date on the phone is beating a strange 30 days. Outside the surveillance camera of the convenience store where she disappeared, a cultivator's flying sword was suspended. I counted the seconds as the hand crossed. On the 29th, the warmth was shattered into blood foam under the bandit's knife, and the blade tempered for 30 days stabbed back into the world from hell. The faint light of the quantum runes burned on the last page of the notebook, and behind it was the boiling darkness of the Demon Cave. When the rift in the Valley of Demon Burial swallows up the real sky, I use blood as an anchor to ignite the two worlds. Either burn all the heavens, Or fall into eternal abyss. ——Mortal Chen Mo's 30-day Burning Heaven Timer has begun. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.